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(S)Lumber Parties for Dizzy-Daisy Princesses

See, here’s the thing:  the men -folk are all off engaging in the hum -drum dumb of war and snoozing laws. We prefer a (rebel-with-a-cause) preponderance of paws, and whip -cream shapes and declarations that go a-May-ing: National Peanut Butter … Continue reading

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Slumber Party Songs

A cherry is the fruit of many almonds, she says, while ty(p)ing the string with her tongue and teeth. I don’t know what it means but I like the sound and the way we are both December sweet -hearts and … Continue reading

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mercury blues (slumber party songs)

.. we are self -session (air)guitarist girls, fusing pillow-songs about stupid boys and long hot Brisbane summers and all that raining-on-Sunday longing for some stripy socks. we’ve got pink and turquoise noise tutus and a pen -chant for playing spin … Continue reading

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Dissatisfied with underwater life

.. , she leans on the in -accurate knowledge of kelp, the forbidden deep of un -certain wayward crustacean foes who always find a way to pinch her toes. she’s in the throes of long lost vows, the way she … Continue reading

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Ahhhhh-merican Beau De(picted)

… Today, we are made of nothing but sugar magnolia fusion and bluegrass sting; no -thing you’d want to ripple or reverberate. Bait me a bass drum, the depicted back cover where we stare at nothing, breaking the rules, ex … Continue reading

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Moon Mother

.. she’s a sweet old golden grandmother in an embroidered jacket, all pale blond pigtails and plush mouth plumped for kisses. teacher of all things celestial and falling. she’s the penny you saved, the drop of water earned. the thumbprint … Continue reading

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Works of F(r)iction

… We tell lies in the cellar, sell our words for tiny button photographs of time. We’re in the weeds, berry -kissed and a little touched in the head. We’re re:cording ourselves sane, playing games across the fence between sigh … Continue reading

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